A Complete Recovery

He called to Moshe, and HASHEM spoke to him from the Tent of Meeting, saying, “Speak to the Children of Israel and say to them; ‘When a man from (amongst) you brings an offering to HASHEM from animals- from the cattle or from the flock shall you bring your offering.'” (Vayikra 1:1-2)

When a man sacrifices from you: When a man sacrifices, it should be from your essence, with verbal confession and ultra-humility. “We will pay with the bulls of our lips” (Referring to prayer) “The sacrifice to G-d is a broken spirit” (Tehillim 51), because HASHEM does not desire the foolish to come close without having subjugated themselves first… (Seforno)

The Seforno emphasizes the central point in presenting a Korbon and that is as our sages have said, “The Merciful One wants the heart!” Even in prayer, “the bulls of our lips”, which is all that’s actionable nowadays from the institution of sacrifices, true devotion makes the recital of words work. Verbosity alone is comparable to writing a check. If there is no money in the bank to back it up the paper is worthless. The impact of the petitioner is limited to the depth of the sincerity of his heart.

It was after Kol Nidre on Yom Kippur night, the holiest time of the year, two years ago. One of the congregants, tugged on my Kittle insisting he had a story he needed to tell. The story begins fifteen years earlier in a New York area suburb. This man tells me his daughter was getting engaged in Florida and so he and his daughters and other family members traveled with him to celebrate. Only his wife remained back home to care for the grandchildren. While they were away, a knock came to the door and three men with hoods brandishing weapons forced their way into the house. They threatened his wife and pushed her around and made her open the safe from which they took all her jewelry and many thousands of dollars-worth of valuables. Afterward they handcuffed her to the banister. They left and were never caught.

That’s not the end of the story though. Why, I wondered was he telling me this now? Fifteen years later, between Rosh HaShana and Yom Kippur, just a few days earlier, his wife received a mysterious call. There on the other end of the phone was a Rabbi and another gentleman that had an urgent message he needed to convey. Who was it? It was none other than one of the three invaders from that terrible day fifteen years earlier. The Rabbi explained that although he was a young man, he suffered a stroke and he’s begging for forgiveness. He gets on the phone and begins with one word, all he can muster to speak, “Mechila!” (forgiveness).

They wife answers him, “It’s you! I should call the police on you! Where’s the money? Where’s my jewelry? Where are the other two bums?” All he can answer is his pathetic refrain, “Mechila!” She berated him, “What is this, some kind of word game!? You say “Mechila” and I say “Forgiven!” and suddenly all’s well?! No! I refuse to play!” She understandably denied him what he sought. (At this point in his story I began to realize that I know who this fellow is. I had visited him in jail for almost eight years. He had been a guest in my house many times. I had heard that he had had a stroke subsequently. I was certain that it was him!)